Measuring love

Can love be measured by knowing?
The outline of your breast
as you deftly reach up
to stretch
Palms facing me
fingertips towards the sun
soft curves blend with lithe muscle

Can love be measured by familiarity?
7 am
5 and a bit heaped teaspoons
of ground coffee beans
Fill the water just so
Get the cups
I pour the coffee
You drip milk into mine
I add your sugar
You stir
We sip in silence

Can love be measured by wanting?
A lap dance
moving to the music
the familiar throb
Touch yourself for me
Now
Take your clothes off for me
Tease
Heels and superiority
I swallow hard
Aware of your power

Can love be measured by insight?
Tears fall abundantly
your pain visible like the sun
Moved by your longing
Smiling at your gentleness
Understanding your passion

Can love be measured by lust?
If I were to circle your navel
with my tongue
would you become like soft clay?
If I had to lick that spot
under your ear
would you be mine?